i only need a second
a murder, briefly
Tick tock, tick tock
Take a breath
Take inventory
Bloodstains sinking deeper, so much deeper
Plush carpet that costs a week’s salary, at least
A soul that absolutely nobody will miss
The knife
That cursed knife
Dripping with red
An absence of an alibi
Tick tock, tick tock
Take a breath
Take a breath, try again in
Lungs that don’t work, burning for oxygen
Flames of panic, licking up any calm in its surround sound
A mouth that doesn’t want to scream, a mind that won’t stop
A beat
A one two beat
No identifiable source
A tell-tale heart can’t be so it’s
Tick tock, tick tock
Take a breath
Take the body
Still. Cold. No longer bleeding. On the table
No, not the table, take it to the bath
Clear it of all
The bloody residue
Last night’s re-heated stew
Any and all DNA evidence
Blood red water, down the drain
Tick tock, tick tock
Take a breath
Take the blame
An abusive husband
Battered woman syndrome, insanity, self-defense
A wife who loved him still
With a friend who knows she deserves more
Sirens
Sirens and lights
Say it was me
Tick tock, tick tock
Take a breath
Take the out
About the Creator
Persephone Stylet
any pronouns
Just a small-town girl livin' in a lonely world. Also a writer.
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